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slowly trail back
up. I know he's seeing the difference two years can make.
    I'm taller now. Not too tall but a decent
size of five-eight. I'm slim, and my body is toned from all of the
dancing, but I have just the right amount of curves. I'm wearing my
sister's old clothing that finally fits–short denim shorts that
show off my long, toned legs and a fitted black tank that lets him
see the swell of my chest. I'm a full B-cup now but for a few days
every month my boobs are big enough to wear a C-cup.
    When his eyes finally meet mine I answer,
"That envelope contains my future."
    He looks back down at it, playing with the
thin paper. "This holds your future?"
    "Yes," I say a little less confidently.
    His hands trace over the return address
before he looks back at me and hands me the envelope. "Well, open
it. Let's see what your future looks like."
    I play with the seal. "I'm not sure I can.
I'm nervous, you know?"
    "There's nothing to be nervous about,
twinkle toes. The answer is going to be the same whether you open
that letter now, or a week from now. Hell. You don't ever have to
open that letter, because that letter doesn't dictate your future.
Only you can do that, and if it turns out not to be the news you
wanted to hear, then you'll just work harder and get in somewhere
else."
    He's wrong on so many levels. I want to go
to college. I want to dance for the best dance company in New York
City. I want to make a career on stage and get the best education
while doing it. This envelope does dictate my future, but his words
also comfort me and give me the courage to rip the seal and pull
out the papers inside. I take a deep breath and start to read,
mumbling the words under my breath.
    "Dear Miss Greenwood... We're excited to
inform you..." My eyes follow the words as I finish reading the
letter. I look up at Jagger and he watches me with
anticipation.
    "I got in," I say quietly, not quite
believing what I've just read. Not only did I get in, but they are
also offering me a full scholarship as long as I stay in the dance
program. They see real potential in me.
    I look back down at the letter before
looking at Jagger again. He has a wide grin plastered across his
face and I can’t help but smile with him. "I got in!" I shout this
time.
    Without thinking I jump into him, his arms
coming out to wrap around my body in a hug. We embrace, me jumping
up and down while Jagger holds on to me.
    I can’t believe I got in.
    Once I've calmed down I realize I’ve just
attacked him, but my body seems to only notice his proximity to me.
My breathing becomes shallow as my nipples harden, so I pull away
and take a step back, tucking my long hair behind my ears. "Sorry.
I didn't mean to jump on you like that."
    "Nothing to be sorry about. You were excited
about getting in and I'll never complain about being groped by a
pretty girl." He winks.
    Jagger takes the cigarette out from behind
his ear and lights it up, taking a slow drag as he watches me. My
eyes wander over his body again and then my eyes focus on his
shirt
    "Do you work at Al's?"
    He lifts the cigarette to his lips, taking
another drag before exhaling his answer. "Just for today."
    "And where do you work tomorrow?"
    "You're cute, you know that?"
    "And you're evading my question." Crossing
my arms over my chest, I tilt my hip out and wait for his
response.
    "I'm working on a job. The shirt is all a
part of... the story."
    "So you're working a con." I may not be a
big part of the gossip in this community, but I've heard the
rumors. Jagger is the sole breadwinner in his house. After his dad
died he was left alone with his pregnant sister, and now Jagger
provides for him, his sister, and his nephew.
    "I consider myself more of an opportunist,"
he replies.
    "Yeah? How much is this... opportunity...
going to make you?"
    He watches me skeptically before answering.
"Four figures, and that's the last I'm going to say about this. I
shouldn't be corrupting your innocent mind. You need to